The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 358 Are You Driving Her Away?

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Cristina’s fury flared the moment she heard Arthur being berated. She stepped forward and snapped, “Isolde, mind your tongue! My brother is not someone you can insult at will. He is an official of the imperial court–your words amount to slandering a high–ranking official. Do you wish to be held accountable for such audacity?”

“Accountable?” Isolde’s gaze turned icy as she shifted her eyes to Arthur. “Does he even dare?”

Arthur’s expression darkened. “And why wouldn’t I dare?”

“Very well, go ahead. Report me. Tell His Majesty that I, a noble princess, insulted a mere third–rank official. Let’s see how he judges it,” Isolde said, her tone laced with mockery.

Arthur’s voice turned frigid. “So, you’re simply relying on your power to oppress others?”

“There’s no need to sugarcoat it. I’m not just relying on my power–I’m outright bullying her. And I intend to bully her to the very end.”

“She’s a woman just like you. Why must you make things difficult for her?” Arthur held back his anger.

“Because she is detestable. She is revolting.” Isolde’s disdainful gaze landed on Cristina. “But do you know what’s even more disgusting? You, Arthur.”

Her eyes moved deliberately, locking onto Arthur’s face.

His voice dropped into an icy register. “What exactly are you implying?”

Isolde leaned back into her seat, her expression relaxed yet sharp. “Let me ask you something–was Agnes insufferable?”

“You–this is my family’s private matter. It’s none of your concern,” Arthur replied sullenly.

“Ah, you can’t bring yourself to say it, can you? Or is it simply too difficult to admit?” Isolde’s lips curled into a smirk. “Of course, Agnes was insufferable. She used such extreme measures to help your sister gain favor. Even though you knew she did it for Cristina, you still despised her–saw her as scheming, manipulative, and insufferable, didn’t you? And yet, Cristina–she shamelessly pined for Johnathan…”

fury at the mention of that name. “What’s wrong

had merely admired him in secret, there would be nothing wrong with it. Even if you willingly became his concubine, it wouldn’t be a crime. But you spread malicious rumors about Rosemary, threw tantrums when things didn’t go your way, and when Johnathan made it clear he had no interest in you, you turned to Oliver and demanded he take you as his concubine. You expected the very people you trampled underfoot to now place you on a pedestal. And when they refused, you lashed out, cursing your grandmother as a widow–bringer and your grandfather as ill–fated.” Isolde’s voice sharpened

I find

by her relentless accusations. He stood in stunned silence for a long moment before finally forcing

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momentarily overwhelmed

is exactly what makes you so repugnant. Whenever you make a mistake, it’s never your fault–it’s always someone else’s. Your misdeeds are always excusable, and others must forgive you. But if someone else so much as stumbles, you seize

is nothing compared to me!” Cristina snapped,

And what, exactly, makes you superior

This is between you and me! Why drag her into it? You think she is my equal? And you? You grew up in an estate like a wild child–what right do you have to lecture me? What right do you have to order me around? Do you truly think you

Arthur. “Now do you understand

“Women being a little spoiled is hardly

what does she have? I may have grown up in an estate, but my father is a marquis personally granted his title by the King. My mother

and Cristina found

for the empire? And me? I led the charge against the Wolf Mountain bandits and rescued Lord Theodric. I commanded troops to quell the rebellion in Zloimond and stabilize the Eryndral Empire. Now tell me, Cristina, what have you done

silence fell between

been listening from the sidelines, was left astounded. She had never realized Isolde’s sharp wit and eloquence–how effortlessly she crushed her opponents, first through status,

had run out

Isolde wasn’t

her suffer. And I mean every word. Not out of jealousy–because, frankly, Oliver

dangerously low. “Then

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